![]() ![]() Thus, the interior scenes, like the characters participating in the two expeditions, are totally imaginary. The truth about the exploration of the Titanic's interior is that no human being has ever entered the sunken ship. And now he's off in Nova Scotia, living among the stunted trees and frost heaves, where nobody - not even short - memoried editors - can reach him easily. Truth to tell, I don't remember if he sent in a manuscript through the mail first, or telephoned for an appointment to visit the office. Of the many books on the Titanic disaster I consulted for background material, by far the most valuable was Ballard's own The Discovery of the Titanic (Warner/Madison, 1987). Mac Plus, which made rewriting easier if not pleasurable. By the way, what was the name of that diver who was killed?" Well, Admiral, it's probably the best course, but let me talk to the CNO before I make a final decision. "Admiral, how about the next of kin for the other fellow who died? A similar letter might be in order." ![]() "Have someone in your office get me the names and address or addresses of his next of kin. "I've just come to New York and I read every issue of Analog and I'd like to come up and see what a science fiction magazine office looks like," they would invariably say. Many times young science fiction fans would come to Manhattan and phone me from Grand Central Station, which connected underground with the good old Graybar. ![]() His rider, who had yet to see her, rode unconcernedly through the meadowlands.Thomas "Speedy" Rice for valuable legal background on the rules of salvage.Ĭornell sensed the meeting was over and rose to leave. She heard the jingle of bit and bridle and the heavy snort of the big stallion. Sunlight glittered off the gold of his mount's trappings and painted the chestnut warhorse bright red. She grinned at him and shook her head as he tried to settle the horse- The creek bottom offered treacherous footing to any beast, and me warhorse had yet to find a comfortable spot, Finally his rider cursed again in exasperation and spurred him through the water onto the bank, where he stared down at her from the chestnut's great height. She grinned in devious anticipation and straightened in the deep grass, wiping water from her sun-browned skin.īy the gods, she whispered within her mind, he is prince of this land and comes to see me The warriors splashed into the creek, splattering her liberally. What have you been doing harvesting all the flowers? You are fair covered with them. The prince stared down at her quizzically, one tawny eyebrow rose. She was purpose-fully intent on her work, for if she allowed her thoughts to range freely she would be overtaken by the knowledge and the hope that he still might come. Stems and crushed blooms littered the coarse yellow gown she wore and damp earth stained the garment, but she paid it no mind. ![]() Carefully she twined purple summer flowers into her single dark brown braid, and dabbled bare feet in the rushing water. She sat by the creek, half-hidden in lush grasses. At his heavy belt was hung a massive two-handed broadsword. A flash of green and gold glittering at his left shoulder caught her eye: the emerald cloak-brooch he favored. He wore black hunting leathers, she saw, and had thrown a thin green woolen mantle back from broad shoulders. His tawny-dark head was bent as he rode blue eyes on the shedding of his gloves. He grinned- More like a wood nymph, I would say. I did not say you presented an unattractive sight, Alix. If she allowed him to see it she would be no different from anyone else to him, and therefore of no account. She felt the familiar leap of excitement, anticipation and wonder within her breast, and quickly tried to dismiss it. She drew her knees up and clasped her arms around them, resting her chin on their tops. I did not think you would come, she said, pitching her voice to carry over the noisy horse. Then her attention was caught by an approaching rider, and she let fall the flowered braid from limp fingers. A ruby signet ring flashed on the forefinger of his right hand, reminding her of his rank and the enormity of his presence before her.Ī songbird called from the forest behind and she glanced up, smiling at the delicate melody. He sighed and dismissed the topic with an idle wave of his hand. ![]()
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